Chapter 6
This week has been a long one. I called Dr. Thomas back and told her that I would start the Chemo when I got back the following week. Tristan was supposed to come by tonight. How am I going to tell him? Just tell him the truth. What if he breaks up with me? Do you really think he would? I don't know. Well I do, and no he won't. Listen to me for once. OK.
I walked onto my porch and sat on the swing.
I drove straight to Rory's house. I didn't even bother to go home and drop off my stuff. The past week has been nerve wracking. I turn the corner and immediately spot a mop of brown hair. She was sitting on the swing when I pulled up. I jumped out of the car and hugged her tightly. Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying. I released my hold on her and sat down on the swing.
"Rory, what's wrong?"
He came running up to me and hugged me. All I could do was hold him. I felt so safe in his arms. The world seemed to melt away when he was there. He let go of me and I reluctantly let go too. We sat down and just looked at each other. I took a deep breath,
"Tristan, I'm sick"
"Oh, well, just get some rest and you'll be fine." I saw him visibly relax.
"No, that's not it," The fear returned "I..."
"You what Rory?" concern was dripping from his face
"I have cancer..."
I stared at her still waiting for what was on the tip of her tongue. Then it came,
"I have cancer..."
I was stunned. I couldn't comprehend it. Rory, MY Rory has cancer. Oh my Gosh! How could this happen?
"Since when? I mean... when did you find out?" I choked out
"The day I came here" She was crying now. I felt as if my world was coming to an end. I didn't know how to react. All I knew was I had to be there for her. I felt my own tears burning my eyes. I refused to let them spill over.
I looked into his eyes. They were filling with tears similar to mine. I hugged him and felt his tears hit my neck. We stayed like that until my mom came out. Tristan and I composed ourselves and went to Luke's for some coffee.
Rory's Room
After dinner and some much needed coffee, Tristan went home and my mom and I sat around the house. Finally I got tired and came in here. I don't know what to expect from here. I know my family loves me. Telling my grandparents are been difficult. At first the were ecstatic to see me, but then they remembered school wasn't done for another couple of weeks. I ended up telling them in the middle of dinner. I hadn't meant for it to come out. My mom and grandma were arguing again. Finally I just got feed up and blurted it out. Boy was that a mistake. I was bombarded with questions. After about an hour of questions, my grandma got up, cried and hugged me. I had never felt this close to my grandparents until that night. Mom didn't even beg me to leave chuckle I know she seemed kind of harsh when I first told her about my sickness, but all she was doing was trying to make things as normal as possible. Usually when I have a problem she acts like a 5 year old. I smiled to myself, for the first time in the past week, and went to sleep.
